Mar 29, 2006 13:21
Okay, I've been having some wierd as shit dreams lately. Monday night I had a dream that I was work for/being forced to work for some sort of Facist group - I think, I can't quite remember anymore. But I do remember that I was imprisoned for one reason or another, and that when I woke up, I was confused as to where I was. Last night I had a dream that I was the Commander of a Demon Horde - and demons that couldn't be seen by anyone who didn't beleive in them, and some of them were just drones, but others had personality, especially this little short one who was my personal gaurd/helper/servant type. I think I was male (in both dreams). But I'm not sure. Anywyas, in the one from last night, it started off with my dieing and being reborn as the Leader of the Demon Horde, and then I was studing with the rest of the people in my Band, and we were in this tall building and then something happened and we all had to get out, and take the important things with us, since we wouldn't be able to go back in, because we would be contaminated, and I left my Beret behind, and for some reason this was important, and while everyone was getting the instruments out, I was trying to get back in to get my Beret...Yeah, and then I remebered that I was the LotDH, and I got the little short demon to go in and get it for me, and then the next thing I remember I was leading the Horde to .... somewhere, and then this woman appeared and I was confused becasue she looked like my ...sister, I think (or, My Dream-self's sister) and then she recognized me and took me to her home and I had to wake up her husband, who looked like my brother (and If she was my sister, as I suspect, then that would make him her brother as well....) and I had to wake him up. And it took a little while, but he woke up and recognized me as the LotDH. he got scared and told his wife/sister to get away from me, and I was doing some magic shit. Then there was this cut-scene bit where the little short demon was jumping around over the rest of the Horde, trying to get to me, to bring me the beret, I think, because I remeber being in a military uniform, and it was ll in red, and I had long hair....*shakes head* then I think the Man/my brother/the woman's Husband cast some sort of a sleep spel on me, and when I woke up, I was in my room. I was really confused, wondering where my harde was, and esspecially where the little short demon was. Then I got up and walked to my dresser where I saw my beret, and odly enough, I didn't think the whole thing had been a dream, I only thought that the part about the band had been a dream. Then My mum started yelling at my sister, and I rmembered where I was. It was the strangest sensation, thinking I was someone else, let alone the LotDH. I felt....I don't know, it was confusing. *shakes head again* I'm sure a shrink would say that I had illusions of grandeur, or some other psychological mumbo-jumbo. Oy.
So. I think I may have to write a story like that. About a man (I think) who dies and then is reborn as a Demon Lord, with the sort demon and every thing. What do you all think?